Primo is supposed to be home for ten days. He got home on Saturday; he is supposed to be here until next Tuesday. Ten days. Ish.
But when I got home from work, he announced that instead of seeing the orthopedic doc tomorrow about her bones, Doris would be getting a transfusion instead because her red blood cell count is down.
Primo says this has happened before.
He also said Sly is super cranky because he has had to stop taking all of his allergy meds in anticipation of surgery.
Doris' cousin sent a frantic email to Primo asking for a status update.
"Why didn't she just call your dad?" I asked. "Since when have you become the master of these ceremonies?"
Primo sighed and got despondent. "I might not even get to be home for ten days!" he said. "I might have to go back there early!"
Yes. We are losing our lives to these people.